Spring Break Forever: Freshman Year in Hawaii

“Dude I can’t believe your parents own this hotel,” Nick said with wide eyes as they entered the resort.

“They only own thirty percent,” Austin said through labored breathing as he tried to keep pace with his roommates. “But that’s enough to get us in for free.”

Austin could sense the other guys were already getting irritated by how out of shape he was, but this was a fact of life he’d come to accept. He was fat, lazy, and rich- so what? A lot of people resented him for it, but they were always thankful when he paid the bill. In fact, he’d been doing that since the day he moved in, buying fat takeout orders for the whole house nearly every night and throughout the day on weekends. And as a result, all the guys had porked up a bit, so he figured they should be sympathetic to him struggling down the long hallways of the resort. Further, this entire spring break getaway wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for him. So they should be thankful.

The boys checked into their four side-by-side rooms and took a load off. Immediately, Austin cracked open the room service menu. He needed a burger. The food arrived quickly and he scarfed it down rapturously, washing everything down with a Coke. He was still hungry, but they had dinner plans in an hour. While the rest of the guys crowded in Nick’s room to pregame, Austin nodded off in a food coma.

He woke up to a million missed text messages and phone calls. The guys were already at dinner. Austin threw on an old Hawaiian print shirt that was considerably more snug than it was last summer, and headed downstairs. The waiter was taking their order just as he arrived, out of breath and sweating. The bamboo chair creaked as he lowered his weight down. Mike was equivocating on what to order, so Austin interrupted.

“We’ll have one of everything on the menu, billed to room 506 please.”

The rest of the guys looked at him with shock and delight.

“What? It’s a small menu,” Austin shrugged.

“Let’s fucking gooo!” Nick bellowed.

By the time they were finished eating every man at the table was stuffed beyond belief. The broke college students couldn’t contain their excitement eating out on someone else’s dime and completely overdid it. Nick looked especially swollen wearing a skin tight white tee that was meant to show off his muscles but mostly showed off the gut he was developing. Even Mike looked beefier than usual in a tank top that hugged his developing curves.

“I don’t even know if I have room to drink,” Colby said exasperated.

“Pussy,” Nick replied, “let’s get to the bar. I can make room.”

They all stood up slowly. Austin miscalculated the circumference of his belly, which was happening frequently these days, and accidentally bumped the table causing all the dishware to rattle. Everyone pretended not to notice and they trudged off to the hotel bar.

Breakfast the next morning went similarly. Austin’s appetite was raising the bar for the rest of the guys who eagerly tried to keep up. It helped that the hotel food was far higher quality than what they were accustomed to eating back home. It was so delicious they couldn’t put their forks down until the table was cleared, causing their stomachs to stretch larger and larger with every bite.

When they hit the beach they couldn’t help but notice how bloated they all were. Nick was the first to comment that his board shorts needed to remain unbuttoned while his food digested. His belly was sloping heavily forward these days and causing massive resistance to any waistband. Still, he looked pleasantly plump and tight next to the undulating mass that was Austin.

Austin had no base of muscle to speak of and his blubber cascaded outward like a bag filled with cottage cheese, dimpled and quivering in the sunlight. His belly filled his lap and his thighs ate up his shorts causing Nick to comment that Austin might as well be naked. It was true that were Austin naked his genitals would barely be visible from beneath his fat pad and overhang.

Perhaps the biggest surprise was Mike and Colby’s physiques, for neither of their gains were visible when they were fully clothed. Mike appeared soft all over which certainly wasn’t the case when he first moved in. His lean, sinewy muscle was losing definition beneath a soft layer of fat. It was most noticeable at his armpits or his belly when he sat up. Still, he wasn’t quite overweight but at his short stature he looked puffier than the rest.

Colby was the most shocking of all. He wore only a blue speedo and his ass was completely pouring out of it. Everyone knew Colby was caked up, but seeing it in the flesh was something else. Fat piled on top of hefty glutes created a bubble butt that attracted many a wandering eye. A solid roll of fat at his navel balanced things out and left the other men in the group absolutely speechless.

The rest of the trip continued in a similar fashion: gluttonous meals, sometimes four or five a day, hours on the beach drinking boozy slushie drinks, and endless drinking into the wee hours of the morning. By the end of it, all four roommates felt so incredibly bloated that they actually looked forward to returning home and taking a break. They learned that vacationing with Austin was no joke.

On the last night, Austin’s shirt could no longer button and he noticed new stretch marks developing on his inner thighs. Even the sweatpants he bought for the plane were uncomfortably snug and mid-flight when he got up to use the restroom they tore a bit up the ass. Luckily, he was wearing underwear that matched the fabric. When they landed, he first ordered an Uber, and second ordered four pizzas delivered to the house.